What is it they say about best-laid plans? Instead of jumping his bones, I end up naked, curled up on his chest, and passed out. I may or may not have mumbled something about loving him and wanting to keep him forever, but surely that was just a dream.
When I wake up, it’s to Torin running his work-rough hands all over my curves. My pussy is instantly wet, and I’m hungry to finish what I didn’t really start last night before I drunkenly passed out. Thank God he was already asleep because that would’ve been a colossal embarrassment if I had fallen asleep on him during sex.
His fingers work underneath the top of my panties, and I gasp as they delve between my folds. And then… my phone rings, breaking the moment. We both curse.
“Hello.”
“Miss Smith, I have great news!” Mr. Phizer says, sounding way too damned cheerful, almost like he knows he interrupted something great. That’s totally something he would do. “Your apartment is ready to move into! You can come back today.”
“Oh,” I swallow thickly. “Okay… thanks for calling, Mr. Phizer.” I look at Torin. He’s got a completely blank look on his face, not giving a single thing away about how he feels about me leaving. “That’s great news.”
After a quick goodbye, I hang up and get up from the bed. Once in the bathroom, I shut the door and turn on the shower. Tears well up, and I’m glad I escaped Torin’s unaffected expression before the tears started.
14 Torin
I smirk at the memory of Lani crawling into bed with me last night in nothing but a pair of panties. She started rubbing against me, her hand quickly found my hard length and gave it a little pat. Then… she passed out, her hand still on my rock-hard cock.
Most men would probably be mad about being worked up then having his girl passing out, but I just think it’s adorable. Prue texted, giving me a heads up that Lani had a little extra wine at book club tonight. I could never be upset about having my girl in my arms, curled up against me and sleeping peacefully.
When her alarm goes off, I quickly silence it, remembering how she likes waking up to my touch. I'm always happy to oblige.
I run my palms over her breasts, kissing her shoulder and neck until she stirs, then I run my hand down her stomach and lightly tease across the band of her panties. She wriggles back against me, letting out a little moan. I slip my fingers inside, finding her wet and ready for me. I’ve barely touched her when her phone rings.
Dread fills my veins because I have a sneaky suspicion that I know exactly who would be calling so early. She’s about to find out that her apartment is ready. I hold my breath and will a look of indifference to my face. I don’t want to make her feel pressured, and her seeing how crushed I am by the idea of her moving would definitely be considered pressure.
Lani doesn’t say anything to me after she hangs up the phone. She simply gets up and heads into the bathroom. The shower turns on, and I have a horrible feeling that she’s slipping through my fingers.
* * *
“Are you sure you don’t mind? Lani asks
“Of course not, love. You can stay as long as you want.” Forever would be nice, I silently add.
“It shouldn’t take me too long to clean up my apartment, then I’ll be out of your hair.” She gives me a half-hearted smile. She’s been walking around like a ghost of herself since she came out of the bathroom. Her eyes are puffy and pink… I hate that she’s so upset. I just wish I knew exactly why.
I feel like a complete chickenshit for not just declaring how I don’t want her to leave. I make a vow to tell her how much I love her before she moves out. Once she doesn’t have the pressure to be under my roof, I will tell her exactly what I want. I’ll confess my love and see what happens. But not until she has a place to go in case it sends her running.
“Anything you need, love. My house is yours as long as you want to be here.”
“I just don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
“You don’t have to worry about that one. I love having you here. Even Mr. Grey, despite his disdain for all things.”
That makes her laugh. “He seems to like you well enough.”
“Only when I’m feeding him.” Okay, that’s a lie. The damn cat follows me around whenever Lani isn’t home. He jumps up on the counter and meows at me while I’m fixing breakfast, wanting a nibble of eggs. He’s a regular attention whore.
“Don’t try to pretend you aren’t buddies. I’ve seen how he follows you around.”
I shrug noncommittally. “Perhaps we are a little chummy.”
Hating the distance between us, I reach out and grab her around the waist as she tries to walk past toward the kitchen. I pull her against me and look down into her fathomless brown eyes. “Are you okay, love? You seem… down.”
She gives me what she thinks is a bright smile, but it falls completely flat. “I’m okay… just a little hungover, I think.”
“Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
Lani smiles a real smile at that. “Not sure that’s how it works, but I definitely wouldn’t mind trying. That’s all the permission I need before I’m crushing my lips to hers in a searing kiss. She kisses me with just as much passion as I’m pouring into it. Before long, we are both breathless and tearing at each other’s clothes.
I lift her bodily, and she wraps her legs around me, rubbing her wet pussy against my hard cock.
